Little Rainbows Page 10

  It had been a strange but wonderful evening. She would never have believed she could open up to strangers the way she had done. But Jason wasn’t really a stranger, and Amber and Hector felt familiar, as if she’d known them for a long time. She was grateful Hector had forced her to put her emotions into words. She hadn’t realized it was all about memories, old and new. But it was true. She’d never forget Darren. She’d never regret a single moment she’d spent with him, and there would always be occasions when she’d wish he was with her. But she was ready to create new memories without him, to live again. As he’d known she would be. As always, he’d known her better than she did herself.

  “Heather, look at me.” Jason lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. She’d been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t noticed he’d steered them off the path into what appeared to be a pergola. There were flowers everywhere, at her feet, climbing up the posts of the structure around her and blooming over her head. The perfume surrounded her as if it held her in a sweet embrace.

  He looked straight into her eyes as he softly touched her face. She couldn’t stop herself from leaning into his hand as he stroked her cheek and pushed her hair behind her ear.

  “I want you.”

  His voice was gruff, and where she would have expected to see confidence, she encountered doubt.

  “I know. I want you too.”

  “You don’t have to do this, Heather. We are probably going too fast. I don’t want you to do anything you’re going to regret.”

  For a moment, doubt filled her. “I don’t think I’d regret being with you. I feel ready. But, Jason, you don’t have to. I know I’m a mess. The kisses don’t mean we have to go on if you don’t…”

  His mouth was on hers before she could finish the thought. His lips attacked hers, fierce and demanding. She parted her lips without thinking about it, wanting, needing more. He withdrew. Heather felt like screaming.

  “You broke down last night and I couldn’t stop it. I don’t want to hurt you again, Heather. Tell me to stop now if you’re not sure.”

  She knew he wouldn’t kiss her again until she’d reassured him, but at least his arms were still around her. Resting her head on his chest, she took a moment to listen to his heartbeat. She had to find a way of explaining her turn-around to him.

  “For eighteen months I’ve kept my grief close. I lived it. Loss was my whole life. Everything I did, everywhere I went, my pain was with me, holding me tight. Grief became the faithful companion Darren had been when he was alive.” She stared into the darkness. “Last night was a wake-up call. You know how sometimes when somebody is hysterical you slap them to snap them out of it?”

  She felt the slight nod of his head.

  “Last night’s meltdown had the same result. Watching that scene took me out of my comfort zone. It showed me everything I’ve been missing. It made me realize I can’t live without intimacy for the rest of my life.”

  She was tempted to stop there, but didn’t want to give Jason reasons to think she was using him to get back into the scene.

  “My body has been reacting to you since the moment I recognized you in your office. I didn’t want it to then and tried hard to deny it to myself, but my reluctance doesn’t make it any less true.” She forced herself to lift her head and look at his face. “I want this, Jason, with you. I can’t explain it, but somewhere between my meltdown and now, I’ve made peace with the past.”

  She listened to herself with wonder, suddenly aware she needed this explanation as much as Jason.

  “I’m ready to leave the past where it belongs. I want to start the future. I want…need you to take me there.”

  His mouth was back, softer this time. His lips exploring, the tip of his tongue teasing. She pushed her own tongue out and stroked back. She felt both their bodies shudder and relished the sensation.

  “Not here.”

  He sounded as breathless as she felt.

  “Come.”

  She wasn’t aware of the gardens as he walked her, as fast as her heels allowed, back to the house and through the corridor. People were just vague forms as they rushed to the elevator.

  When the door to his apartment closed behind them, Heather was breathless. Whatever air she still had left her lungs when he turned her, pushed her against the door and attacked her lips with his again. Those lips…stroking, pulling, the soft nibbling of his teeth, his tongue on hers, twirling, teasing, inviting.

  Heather closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensations, grateful for the arms holding her up since her legs didn’t feel strong enough to support her. She swayed in his arms and couldn’t stop the moan escaping her mouth. His tongue pushed in and out of her mouth, reminding her of all the things that tongue could do to other needy parts of her body. Her already over-sensitive vagina pulsed with desire. So long ago…too long ago…so good.

  His stroked her all over her back, her bottom, her sides, squeezed her waist and brushed along her breasts. His fingertips flittered over her neck, brushed her cheeks, and stroked her earlobes until they were in her hair, holding her head still while he continued devouring her mouth with his. Heather felt dizzy. All the sensations running through her body made her head spin. She couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t think, so she returned his long hot kisses and surrendered to the tumult caused by every single nerve ending in her body waking up simultaneously.

  “More.”

  It was a moan. She wanted more. She wanted them to be naked, skin-to-skin. She needed to lick him, smell him, taste him. She needed him on top of her. Inside her. Underneath her.

  She pressed her body against Jason’s. The sensation of his hard cock pressing into her belly nearly undid her. Her vagina contracted, pulsed with need. She couldn’t stop herself from squirming against him, just to feel his reaction to her body. She heard his groan as she circled her tongue around his, as if it wasn’t a tongue at all. How had she lived without this contact? How had her body not withered and died? She’d forgotten how much she loved creating this need in a man, how much she craved the need in herself.

  He found the zip on the back of her dress. She sighed in tune with the lowering of it and almost groaned when her breasts fell free. They were heavy. She knew her nipples were hard and would be ultra-sensitive. When his thumb rubbed one hard peak, she moaned into his mouth. Need rushed through her as the nipple became so hard it hurt.

  “Yes, Jason. Oh yes.”

  He explored her breasts with his hands as his mouth continued to explore hers. His fingers were teasing her nipples, brushing and pulling them. When he pinched her, she wanted to scream. A flash of desire ran from her breasts straight to her pussy. She needed contact.

  A slight movement and her vagina pressed against his thigh. She couldn’t stop herself from pressing, squirming, anything to create pressure on her sensitive flesh, to answer the need flaring through her body.

  He unzipped the dress all the way and Heather felt it glide down her body before it hit the floor. The stab of despair when he loosened his grip, took a step back and allowed his gaze to roam over her body was immediately followed by the rush of recognition. She lowered her eyes, feeling safe under his scrutiny. This was familiar because this was her true nature.

  “God, woman, you’re so beautiful.”

  Jason’s voice, more than his words, took her breath away. He sounded awed, as if he’d never seen a semi-naked woman before.

  “This is your last chance. Tell me to stop now, if you’re not sure.”

  She shook her head, gratitude warring with impatience. So thoughtful to give her a last out. So cruel to make her wait.

  “No, don’t stop.” The desperation in her voice should have been embarrassing. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Turn around.”

  He didn’t give her a choice and pushed her until she faced the room she’d so far ignored and still failed to take in. She was only aware of his hands touching her back and sliding downwards. His fingers stroked her through her panties.


  “Oh, girl. So wet. You’re so ready for me.”

  She could feel the impatience in his hands as he pushed her underwear down. Without thinking, she lifted her feet, one at a time. All her focus was on his hands, now massaging her arse, squeezing, stroking. She wished he’d just raise his hand and…

  He didn’t. His touch moved up again, around to the front and back to her breasts. His voice was low and growly.

  “So beautiful. Jesus, Heather, you’re so hot. I’ve wanted you since you walked into my office. Keeping my hands off you has been torture, but I’m going to make up for it now.”

  His touch was everywhere, fingers teasing, palms squeezing. She couldn’t stop herself from squirming, moved onto her toes so she could push her arse in to his cock, needing the comfort—that physical confirmation of everything he’d said.

  “I’m going to enjoy every inch of you. Touch you, lick you, bite you. I want you.”

  * * * *

  Her arse squirming against his cock drove him crazy and he loved it. He stroked her soft skin as he lowered his mouth to her neck. He used his tongue to explore her skin, licking along until he reached her ear and bit into her lobe. When his hands found her breasts again, she pushed into them. Pleasure and relief flooded through him. He could still feel. He did still love and want and enjoy this. He moved his hand down. From her breast, over her belly, toward her folds. When his fingers made contact with the wet heat between her legs, he couldn’t stop himself from groaning. All doubt disappeared. She wanted this as much as he did. As if she could read his mind, Heather pushed her wet pussy into his hand, wordlessly begging him for more.

  His patience—what little of it he’d had—disappeared. Jason turned her around and lifted her up. Her legs clamped around his middle immediately and she pushed her body into his, pressing herself as close as she could get. He could feel her wetness against his cock through his clothes. He squeezed her arse as he walked, as fast as he safely could, through the living area to his bedroom. He desperately wanted to throw her on his bed, but found the restraint necessary to tenderly lower her to the covers.

  His body yearned for her, but he made himself step back and take a long look at the beauty in front of him. She was even more spectacular than he had expected. Her body, so lush and completely open, was made to be touched and worshiped. Her whole being begged him to take her to the heights of ecstasy. The heat and impatience in her huge green eyes were demanding him to take care of her.

  “Why are you still dressed?”

  Her frown was cute, her voice breathless and her need obvious. He couldn’t help himself.

  “What’s wrong, my dear? Don’t like what you see?”

  He touched his crotch and stroked himself through his pants. He nearly groaned. He was so hard, he wanted her so badly. He had to be kidding. Teasing Heather, as much as he enjoyed it, only made him need her more.

  “Please take them off, Jason. I need you…naked.”

  He needed to be naked. Focusing on Heather, he opened the buttons on his shirt, relishing her gaze as it followed his fingers, taking in every inch of skin he exposed. It killed him to go slow, but he wanted this to last.

  Before the shirt hit the ground, he’d started opening the buttons on his fly. Her breathing grew faster and pure hunger shone out of her eyes.

  In one move he pushed his trousers and underpants down. Suddenly in a hurry, he got rid of his shoes, socks, trousers. Straightening himself, he saw Heather’s eyes, transfixed on his cock. His balls tightened as she licked her lips before raising her eyes to his.

  “Yes. Oh, yes. I want.”

  He didn’t think she knew she’d spoken out loud. Mesmerized, he watched as she raised herself up. Kneeling on the bed, she reached out and touched his cock, one finger stroking him from the tip to the bottom and back again. He hadn’t thought he could get any harder, yet the moment he felt her touch, his cock responded. She licked her lips again and moved her face forwards. All he could do was stand there and watch as she puckered her mouth and placed a kiss on the tip of his penis. When her tongue lapped up the pre-cum, his breath hitched.

  He looked on as she opened her mouth and took the tip of his cock in, sucking softly. The look in her eyes when she gazed up at him took Jason’s breath away. Desire burnt, turning the green darker, almost golden brown. Her eyes didn’t leave his as she moved her mouth farther down his cock before pulling back. Her tongue swirled around him, teasing him, finding the stretched ridge of skin, pushing into the tiny hole on top. Something deep inside screamed at him to take her head, push her down, force her to take him deeper. He didn’t. He couldn’t. The risk was too big. He couldn’t be trusted. He knew he’d end up ruining this.

  He brought his hand to the back of her head and just rested it there. Even without his help she pushed farther. This was enough. Right now, in this moment, it was all he needed. Every time her head bobbed down, she went deeper until he felt her choke around him, the sensation driving his lust even higher. Her tongue was back, teasing, stroking as she sucked and resumed bobbing. So hot. Her gaze still on his, she groaned, the vibrations driving him crazy. He was going to…

  “Stop, enough.”

  The smile on her face after he pulled back was smug. “What’s wrong? Not enjoying it?”

  With a growl, he pushed her back until she was splayed out in front of him again in all her heated glory. “Damn you, woman, your mouth is way too clever. I want this to last.”

  Heather’s giggles were like music to his ears.

  “And here I was under the impression you are this experienced sexpert.”

  “I’ll give you sexpert.”

  Kneeling in front of the bed, he stroked his hands up her soft legs. Her muscles trembled under his touch as he skimmed her calves, stroked the back of her knee and moved over her thighs.

  “So soft. So beautiful.” His hand brushed across her pubic bone and he couldn’t stop his smile when she tried to push herself against his hand. “So needy.”

  She wasn’t the only one. He needed this at least as much as she did. He moved his hand a fraction, brushed his finger across her clit and cherished her sharp intake of breath.

  “You thought you could get away with teasing me, did you, my dear?” He stroked her folds, spreading her wetness. “Has nobody ever told you that what goes around comes around?” Slowly he pushed the tip of one finger into her and watched as she tried to push her body closer, to feel more, before withdrawing his digit again. “Now we’ll see how long you’ll last, princess.”

  He took one moment to look up her body. He felt at home here, between her legs. It was natural to have her stretched out before him, panting. The smell of arousal drifting from her body was so strong he could almost taste it. He would taste it, in just one moment.

  Bending forward, he put his mouth on her lower belly and started to lick. He loved how she squirmed when his teeth teased her sensitized skin. He was so close to her heat.

  “Please, Jason.”

  He loved how all of her begged. It was in her voice, her face and her body. Making her wait, teasing her, was even better. He took his time moving his mouth down, licking and sucking and making a point of narrowly missing her clit before moving his attention to her thighs. Her squeals when his teeth clamped down on tiny bits of sensitive flesh went straight to his cock. He smiled against her soft flesh as she squirmed, trying to get her pussy closer to his mouth. Teasing could be very satisfying. He’d always known that, but still it was a relief to discover that right now it was enough. He didn’t need to go further.

  Her breathing was labored. He watched as her pussy tried to contract around nothing and decided to show some mercy. He couldn’t help his groan as his finger slid into her without any resistance. Wet and open and so ready. Moving his mouth from her thigh to her clit, he pushed two fingers into her. The way her body trembled delighted him. She was so close. It would take so little. He pumped his fingers, twisted his hand, pushed again, sucked on her clit and f
elt like cheering when she arched her body, pushed up against him and screamed.

  Suddenly he couldn’t wait anymore. He needed to be inside, close, to feel her heat surround him. He kept his fingers inside her, pumping while he blindly reached for the bedside table with his other hand. Her eyes opened when he used his teeth to tear the packaging, a lazy smile spread across her face as she watched him push the protection over his hard cock. As soon as he was covered, she lifted her butt off the bed, offering herself to him.

  The need to just push in, to claim all of her in one hard shove nearly overwhelmed him. He would never know where he found the restraint, but he managed to remember her months without and took his time, savoring every inch, as he lost himself in her heat. Keeping his eyes open was just as difficult, but so worth it. He saw the slight shock on her face when she realized how big he actually was and rejoiced when the shock transformed into delight as her body adjusted to his size and took all of him.

  Fighting against the need to ride her hard, Jason withdrew all but the head of his cock before pushing back into her. Again and again he withdrew and pushed back, watching as her eyes fluttered shut, hearing her breath catch before coming out in loud moans. Only when she started to move with him, push up to him whenever he re-entered her, did he lift up her arse and drive in harder. He wouldn’t last long. His balls were screaming for release.

  “Come with me, girl.” He recognized the tone in his voice, and saw and felt Heather doing the same. Her body arched when he touched her clit and teased it as he pushed in and out of her with more force.

  “Now!” Jason felt her instant reaction. Her muscles pulled at him and with a few uncontrolled pushes, he too flew over the edge, joining Heather as pleasure consumed them both. It was so much better than he’d expected.

  Chapter Twelve